[Voice]

[myownmemory]

[Over the soft sounds of strained, determined effort, bordering on frustration, there's a rough, rhythmic scrape of a noise and something that sounds like...wobbly thunder?]

Uh? Avari?

I don't think this saw's... [Another efforted grunt, and the sound of the tool dropping onto the grass. He pants in frustrated defeat and slaps his palm down on the log] sharp enough...